Back to torrents of cars and to hustle of streets We are leaving at last - these are plans we canít cancel. We are starting descent from the conquered tall peaks We are leaving behind, we are leaving behind hearts for ransom. Please give up on your pointless discussions, I had proven to self for the best: There is nothing else better than summits, Except peaks you have not summit yet. Who is eager to meet dangers all by himself? Who is eager to leave when your heart is still calling? But we have to descend from the conquered tall peaks... And what else can we do? Even gods once were fallen1. Please give up on your pointless discussions, I had proven to self for the best: There is nothing else better than summits, Except peaks you have not summit yet. Lots of words and new hopes, lots of songs and new themes - Peaks awaken in us and they call us to linger. But we have to descend, for a season it seems, Because always we have to come back for the winter. Please give up on your pointless discussions, I had proven to self for the best: There is nothing else better than summits, Except peaks men have not summit yet.
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